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  • CREATING A NEW CLAN + I NEED HELP

    also yall if you wanna contact me or whatever im leaving for a ceremony thing and idk how long it will be so if you have a snapchat mine is @. kellinquinnvevo whoops
    @. star ""sedge would tap that" bye im shook
    okay apparently im leaving now aaaa

  • IRISCLAN : CHAT.

    ( OUI OUI MON AMI JE M'APPELLE LAFAYETTE; THE LANCELOT OF THE REVOLUTIONARY SET. I CAME FROM AFAR JUST TO SAY "BONSOIR", TELL THE KING "CASSE-TOI" WHO'S THE BEST? C'EST MOI. )
    ( Lafayette is my fave
    ( BUT I WENT MIA THIS WEEKEND IM SORRY BUT LIKE HI YALL HOW WAS YOUR ALL'S EASTER IF YOU CELEBRATE IT??

  • HAMILTON PLOTTING?

    ( yes hi it's me jude )
    ( bUT LIKE I SAW THIS HEADCANON WHERE THE ONLY REASON PHILIP LOOKS LIKE LAURENS AND MARIA LOOKS LIKE PEGGY IS BC HAM MISSES HIS DECEASED FRIENDS A LOT AND SEES THEIR FACES EVERYWHERE AND IM NOT OKAY )
    ( also okay !! im okay with one on one w both of y'all. though who would make each thread?)

  • HAMILTON PLOTTING?

    @. john, aye thanks!! ah yes pm me ( on jude or here tbh either is fine so we can plot more!)
    @. vesta, angst/fluff lams college au pls bc??
    ( heck choosing specific plots is hard yikes)

  • I'd run to you <P>

    ;; ok so it's me @jude. but like it won't let me switch accounts! :( but we could do that if you wanted to!
    Alexander wasn't listening to a thing they said. He'd been drinking. Fuck. His head hurt. Upon hearing someone, probably Laurens, say that it was someone at this table, he started thinking. "Heyyy." He looked to his friend, knowing he wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow. "I'm the... The only one here with a- a girlfriend. It must be me. Ha. I figured you out, Laurens-!" He seemed rather proud of himself in this moment. A grin found its way on his face, a drunk, happy grin. Ah. He hoped that during this night, his wounds wouldn't reopen. That wouldn't be fun. As his friend spoke to him, he answered with an amused and slurred, "Hiiii, John." Upon hearing footsteps, he turned in his seat, not wanting to get up. He thought that if he did, he would stumble and fall in his drunken state. Aaron Burr. He was here. He'd seen him earlier, right? He'd thought so. But maybe that was just his mind fucking with him. "Aaron Burr, sir!" He called out, placing his palms on the table, as if he were to stand up. He didn't even know if the man was here. He looked to Lafayette and Hercules. "He's here?" He asked, seemingly disappointed. He'd wanted to get drunk, he didn't want to be stressed this day. He fumbled with his phone in his pocket, handing it to Hercules. "Do me a favor, tell Eliza that I said hi. And Angelica, too." He looked back to Laurens, gazing at him, their gazes meeting. "T...To the four of us." He exclaimed, raising a glass. Alexander was a confusing drunk man. He was cheery and happy, but he was also observant and bit forgetful. Odd.

  • I'd run to you <P>

    Alexander didn't know what was happening, but he put an arm around his friend, mostly to make sure that Laurens wouldn't tumble out of his chair. That was the issue when it came to grief. He knew this, somehow. Lafayette, well, it seemed he wore his heart on his sleeve. Hercules drowned his emotions out with alcohol. Alexander, he buried himself in his work to avoid his grief. Laurens seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve as well. The drunk man closed his eyes for a moment, a frown appearing on his face upon hearing Lafayette say that Aaron wasn't there. He couldn't remember why he wanted to see him, only that he was mad with him. "Laf... Lafayette. Thanks f-for not letting me die the other day!" He said to the French man, releasing Laurens and looking to his phone that sat on the table. He wanted to call Eliza and Angelica. Cheer them up, which wasn't hard in his drunken state. But he didn't, not yet, anyways. "M'name's not Ha- Hammy. It's... Hamilton!" He said, though pausing upon hearing a clap of thunder from outside. "Lafayette, Herc, you two are reallyyyy quiet!" He pointed out, not liking that fact. He rubbed the back of his head, watching Laurens down another drink. "John." He mumbled, waiting.
    ;; the site is messing up n I don't know how to fix it so its rushed!!

  • I'd run to you <P>

    NEW YORK BOUND

    EVERY KIND OF LOVE, IT SEEMS, IS THE ONLY MAGIC.


    Alexander, upon waking up, had decided to call Eliza to see if she would come over to his dorm so they could hang out. Noticing how Laurens was gone, he didn't think much of it, until... He'd found one of John's books on the floor. He tossed it into John's bed, hearing a paper crumple. Hm. Moving over to his friend's bed, stumbling a bit, he quickly found the letter. He picked it up, his gaze scanning the page. He felt bile rise in his throat as he read it. He felt his chest tighten up, and tears begin to form in his eyes. That's when he heard a knock at the door. Furiously rubbing his eyes, he sniffled, crossing the room with the help of the crutches and opening the door. He had hoped it was Laurens. But it wasn't. It was Eliza. He stared at her for a moment, trembling, trying to hide the fact that he was partially crying. It seemed to work, luckily. But... He couldn't write his way out if his close friend died. But, poor, hungover Alexander didn't know what he could do. "Eliza. I need your help. Laurens, Lafayette, Mulligan— They're in a duel with the men who ambushed me and I need to help them, I need-" He was cut off by Eliza, who pulled him into a hug. He was quiet for a second or two, hating the fact that Eliza could tell how he felt even when he tried to hide it. He didn't know where the duel was taking place, but he suspected it was where he had been ambushed.
    Eliza released him, and quickly brushed past him, grabbing a few ibuprofen pills and some water bottles. She glanced back at the painkillers, snatching the bottle, figuring she would need it if they were to help Alexander's friends. She took the gauze wrap and tweezers as well, before quickly returning to Alex's side. She, while never having experienced it herself, knew a lot about how to lessen the effects of a hangover. She wasn't a doctor, either. But, she knew a few things about it. She flashed a gentle smile to her boyfriend, nodding in understanding. She wouldn't let him actually participate in the duel, oh, no. He was wounded enough as is. But they would try to stop it. She ushered Hamilton to the elevator, descending the stairs. It wasn't worth taking longer than needed to help Alex get down the stairs. So he took the elevator, instead. She pulled the keys out of her pocket to the car, stuffing the gauze and tweezers and the bottle of pills into her purse, helping him get into the car. It was somewhat far away. "Alexander, are you alright?" She asked, her voice low. She turned on the windshield wipers, frowning as she noticed the weather. It was still gloomy and raining. That would make it all the harder to find Alex's friends. As they pulled to the curb, she grabbed her purse, getting out and helping Alexander get out, himself.
    "Laurens! Lafayette? Mulligan?" Came Hamilton's nervous voice, as he kept to the side, waiting for the bullets to cease for a moment, so they could run to his friends. How he hoped none of them were dead. He'd never forgive himself if they were.


  • alexander, you're the closest friend I've got {p}

    NEW YORK BOUND

    EVERY KIND OF LOVE, IT SEEMS, IS THE ONLY MAGIC.


    ;; SO I FORGOT THIS WASNT MY MAIN ( @jude. ) AAAA SORRY!
    Alexander mumbled something inaudible, reaching out towards John's voice. He'd buried his face in his pillow, not wanting to get up. "Mmm, what time is it?" He asked, not seeming to notice that Laurens had taken his glasses. He shifted, lifting his head so he was staring at his friend. He waited a moment before speaking once again, and when he did, it was in a soft voice. "Actually, a confrontation of sorts." He exclaimed, not wanting to wait for his roommate to pull out his phone. Instead, he just grabbed his own off the nightstand, mumbling a few words more, before placing his phone back on the nightstand. Ten AM? Wonderful. He eventually sat up, looking over to John. He raised a brow upon seeing him wearing his glasses. He laughed quietly, a grin appearing on his face. He was wearing a short sleeves shirt, with a pair of sweatpants. He didn't much care for his clothing when it was just him and John, or when it was him, John, Hercules, and Lafayette. That, and, well, last night, Alexander didn't really care what he had put on. He was tired and under stress. He'd only slept for six hours, but he knew it was time to get up. Sliding his legs over the side of the bed, he picked up his journal from off the floor, surprised to find it there. "I'll make you a deal— Go all day with those on, I'll... Do anything you say for an entire day. Or I'll just pay you twenty dollars. Or a beer. Whichever." He said, taking the pen out of his hair and placing it on one of the pages in the journal, closing the book. Most of what was written inside was just his internal monologues, his day to day 'adventures.', overheard important conversations. Though, a few of the pages in the beginning were dedicated to his childhood. He'd transfer each first few pages from an old journal to his new one. That way, someone who found them and only read the first pages would think they were just the same book. And two, so he would never forget. Then again, how could he? He rubbed his eyes, deciding to ask a question. He hoped the man's hangover wouldn't cause Laurens that much trouble. "So, what are your plans for today? Or are you coming with me?"
    ;; aaaa welcome back!

  • I'd run to you <P>

    NEW YORK BOUND

    EVERY KIND OF LOVE, IT SEEMS, IS THE ONLY MAGIC.


    Alexander was reopening his own wounds by exerting himself like this, but he barely noticed his own physical pain. His heartbeat was so loud and quick, he was afraid they would all hear it. He didn't want Laurens to die. "He's dying." He whispered, tears stinging his eyes, as he grabbed his friend's hand, to possibly warm up the freezing man. He leaned over to whispered in the unconscious man's ear, only loud enough for him to hear, if he wanted. "You're not awake but, please don't die on me. I know you're trying, but you need to try harder." He decided to call the hospital. They'd tried, and now it was time for someone who was actually trained in this stuff to do their job. In little time, the ambulance arrived, and Alexander said nothing. His throat went dry. He was angry at Lafayette, but he also understood.
    ;;aaaa rushed but oooo how?

  • I'd run to you <P>

    Alexander sat there, hanging his head and staring down at his hands in his lap. He fiddled with his hands, waiting for his friend to wake up. He'd told Hercules, Lafayette and Eliza to go back to their dorms to sleep and such. The clock on the wall read 6:00. He had to squint to read it, even though he was wearing his glasses, it was dark, the lights were off. He looked up as Laurens tried to grab for the wires that were attached to his arm. He stood, quickly moving towards him as John called him over. He reached out to brush John's hand away from the wires, shaking his head. When he asked if he could tell him something, he nodded slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. The doctors here had noticed how he had reopened his wounds and they had replaced the bandages and such. He'd been offered a wheelchair for the time being until he recovered, but he declined. He didn't dare make a move to open the blinds or to turn the light on, not wanting to disturb the man. He returned to the bedside, waiting for Laurens to continue. When he did, Alexander paused, staring at him. "Why are you telling me this?" His voice shook, and he watched his friend turn away from him. He didn't understand. Why tell him this now? He felt bad. He felt bad because Laurens had apparently liked him for a while, and here he was, dating Eliza.
    ;; rushed and late :((
    ;; but aaaa yes you're right!

  • I'd run to you <P>

    It's bad. I think. I don't know. It's bad for Eliza, anyways. You can't tell her, even if she asks. Alexander texted back rather quickly, not waiting for permission from her and beginning to make his way towards their dorm. When he reached it, he knocked on the door softly, not knowing if Eliza or Peggy were asleep. He'd needed to tell someone. He could trust Angelica, he knew this. He trusted her almost as much as he trusted John, Laf, and Hercules. When she opened the door, he flashed a nervous smile, reaching for her arm and pulling her outside. He didn't want to talk inside. He did, but he also didn't. He was afraid of one of the other sisters waking and hearing him. "I know you're very busy, but I needed to tell someone. And, well...? It's not... good news. I don't think."
    ;; okay okay so im rlly very sorry about my response being so late— I've been very sick over the weekend ( still am ) and I haven't been able to do much. ( also also i didn't write for the childhood friend bc i don't know who he is so maybe just like give me a name from the musical or smth and,,, )

  • I'd run to you <P>

    When Angelica spoke about killing John, he debated on holding his tongue and keeping what he knew to himself. He knew she was only joking. At least, he hoped. His words poured out of his mouth, before he knew it, and he was unable to stop them. "Laurens said he likes me. Not in a friendly way. I don't know what to do—" He exclaimed, pausing to take a breath before continuing. "I love Eliza. But his childhood friend came around earlier to visit him before I left and I got jealous? I don't understand. I don't know what to do." He fell silent, waiting for some kind of response from her, looking away.
    ;; heckheckhexk i just woke up this is vvvv rushed imsorry

  • I'd run to you <P>

    "His father doesn't like anything he does." Alexander exclaimed, turning away with a frown. He never liked John's father. It made him angry, how Laurens was always trying to impress his father, how he was always trying to make him proud. Whatever John did, it never seemed to be enough. Speaking of people he didn't like... When Angelica brought up Thomas, he narrowed his eyes a bit. He'd only met Thomas Jefferson once. And he never liked him since. The man was such a... A... Shit, what was the word? He didn't know. But it made him angry how Thomas was so kind to John, and so rude to everyone else. Couldn't he see that John was his? ( oops i had to ) his friend? Sure, Thomas had known him longer. But, did that really matter? Shaking his head as if to clear it, he looked back up at Angelica, sighing rather heavily, and only nodding. "I suppose you're right. I won't find answers tonight, it seems. Good night, Angelica. Thank you." Without another word, he watched her retreat back into her dorm, sighing softly as he gripped his crutches and made his way back to his own dorm. Once he arrived there and made his way up to the room, he entered, frowning as he noticed how quieter it was with John in the hospital. He was saddened by this. As he slowly made way for his bed, he laid down, hating himself in that moment. She didn't know what it was, but he felt something for his friend, his roommate. But he also loved Eliza. He couldn't have both, if what he thought he felt for Laurens turned out to be true. He shook his head, thinking that even if he did, it would be pointless because, as Angelica said, Laurens would have accepted it by now that Alexander didn't feel the same way. He was probably already moving on. How stupid... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! It was at this time he wished his mother had lived so he could go to her, even if she didn't support the topic, she would have still helped him, he hoped. With that, he fell asleep, with troubled thoughts of his roommate and his deceased mother on the mind. Not shockingly, this caused his nightmares, and he woke up soon after, only to get up and turn off the lights, leaving him in darkness. He stumbled around before eventually finding his way to his bed, and falling back asleep rather quickly.
    ( aaaaa i'm not dead !! hi hi how have you been my dude? ( also im bavk and probably gonna be more active tho )